[ As she leans in, it's blink-and-you'll-miss-it. The way Hei's hand twitches on hers, the slightest tension of his shoulders as if to jerk back. But he doesn't, because she's given him plenty of warning -- the look on her face, the way she squeezed his hand -- and when Korra's lips meet his, he returns the kiss with a hungry intensity. His free hand lifts to trail up the line of her jaw. (Cold hands, cold heart, isn't that the saying? But Hei's nowhere near as heartless as people think he is.) ]
[ (Not unless he has to be.) ]
[ He's aware, all at once, of her proximity, of his licence to take hold of her. He gives in to the greedy tactile yearning, for her mouth and her restless little body. The kiss breaks; he yanks her wrist to close the distance between them, tugging her from her seat and into his lap. Squeezes her about the waist, embracing her with his face in her hair. A warm sensation, not affectionate, but deeply friendly, passes through him. She's young and naive and clueless, but she's a sweet generous girl, and she's been good to him so far. ]
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[ (Not unless he has to be.) ]
[ He's aware, all at once, of her proximity, of his licence to take hold of her. He gives in to the greedy tactile yearning, for her mouth and her restless little body. The kiss breaks; he yanks her wrist to close the distance between them, tugging her from her seat and into his lap. Squeezes her about the waist, embracing her with his face in her hair. A warm sensation, not affectionate, but deeply friendly, passes through him. She's young and naive and clueless, but she's a sweet generous girl, and she's been good to him so far. ]
[ Better, certainly, than he deserves. ]